May the Tide Lay Low

Well I love you baby

I only wish the best, but

sooner or later you’ve gotta drive

across Texas

I’ve got chains in my hands

I’ve got shackles on my feet

But many is the better man than me that’s worn the same

May the tide lay low

When it’s time to go

If my baby’s got eyes of blue

She’ll be good to you

If my baby’s got eyes of brown

She’ll never let you down

If my baby’s got eyes of black

She’s always got your back

If she’s got eyes of green

Never treat her mean